For on the morrow I found my woman child on the Lansdale lawn when I went home in the afternoon.

She had now reached an age when she was beginning to do "pretties" with her lips as she talked--almost at the age when I had first been enraptured by her mother, with the identical two braids, also the tassels dangling from her boot tops.

This latter was unexciting as a coincidence, however.

I myself had deliberately produced it.
Miss Lansdale turned from talk with the child to greet me.

Her face was so little menacing that I called her "Miss Katharine" on the spot.